Sometimes no matter where we live, life can become too routine. We end up in a familiar rut and often don’t feel the need to climb out of the rut and do something different. Well, we finally decided to clamber out and see something new.
We have been in the D.R. for over three and a half years. During that time we have heard of a nearby town called Constanza. Our only information about the town was that 1) it’s where the strawberries are grown [This is a very important fact in our household since we LOVE strawberry season.] and 2) the drive to Constanza is gorgeous.
With these two important tidbits and an unexplored waterfall, we headed out on Saturday morning, picnic lunch in hand.
True to the words of those who had gone before, the drive to Constanza was beautiful. The road travelled up and around the mountains. It went through many small towns and over even more speed bumps, some real and some not. We learned quickly that the speed bumps with the warning signs were usually fake. The real ones were more likely to take us by jolting surprise.
As we neared Constanza, I felt like I was coming home. Constanza is agriculturally focused. We saw tractors driving down main street. We found the strawberries under green houses and could even see some ripe berries from the road. We saw farms left, right, center, horizontal, and vertical. Andrew spotted one tractor plowing a near 45 degree field.
We travelled through Constanza and continued past farms on our way to the waterfall. I was fascinated by the acres upon acres of different types of produce. I had never seen onions grown in such a huge quantity!
This is the view from the top of the waterfall. Those dark green fields are full of onions.
Below is a closer view of the onions.
Yes, the onions were grown on the tops and sides of the mountains. We watched workers in and among the onions at their different growing stages, weeding or thinning, and spraying them. Like I said, it felt like coming home. I’ve always loved watching things grow.
The road from Constanza to the waterfall was treacherous. It was full of ruts. Thankfully, it was dry, and Andrew drives carefully. The dust from the road also reminded me of my home and the dusty, dirt road of my childhood. Oddly enough, as we neared the waterfall, the road become one of the best roads of the entire trip. It’s easy to see that the government has recently taken pains to make the waterfall a nice destination.
Here’s a view of the waterfall from one of the lookout points on the road.
The base of the waterfall is 6,000 feet above sea level, and the water is a frigid 48 degrees Fahrenheit. We did not bring our swim suits.
The waterfall is really two waterfalls with a pool between the two. We started at the bottom of the waterfall and enjoyed our picnic lunch.
After eating and exploring the area, we headed back up the road a bit to a set of stairs. The stairs led to the top and middle of the waterfall. Here’s a family photo from the middle point of the waterfall.
It is a journey we will not make often (three hours there, a two hour stop at the waterfall, and three hours back), but we were thankful for the opportunity to get out and explore.
Want to come with us on our journey? Check out the video below.